Well, with his instrument safely stowed and them on their way Abby simply needs to enjoy the building tension in her head. The 'am I really doing this' of it all. With Press she had days to prepare, and very little concern about how it'd go. She'd known that asshole for so long. With Jesper she had a lingering fear it was a long con, and when that was broken it was just the awkwardness of a first time. This- she knew him only through who he knew.

It was terrifying.

She was very turned on.

...She needed therapy.

Abby swings from hanging on his arm to leaning against the wall. Posing, really, this is all meant for her to be seen. Fashion in the Cities lead Abby to dressing much more like a mobster than she ever expected in her life. She dressed casually for the trip, pinstripe slacks and an untucked red sleeveless blouse. There are lines for an undershirt to help keep anything from poking through.

"Here I am, where would you like to start?" How much of this is her playing coy, or she is entirely unsure of where she should start. He offered to play her like a symphony after all. Still, she can maybe start them off. Her casual two buttons undone, becomes a scandalizing five buttons, opening most of her shirt to show her white undershirt, tight against her skin.